The words rung in Old Bastian's heart like a bell. It almost felt like Leonel was attacking his soul with his Dream Force, and maybe he was… but Old Bastian had the clarity nonetheless to realize that he was correct.
They were already in a passive position. If they didn't take action now, when would they? They were already looking for an excuse to target them anyway… so let them come.
At that moment, Old Bastian had the momentum to make a unilateral decision for the whole of the Dwarven Race.
In reality, he had the prestige to do so… but in practice, he knew that he shouldn't.
